Spent a lovely late summer afternoon up on the Solway Firth with my Dad. The Robin sang most of the afternoon in the garden and it really took a lot of patience to track him down and get a reasonable photo. Both images taken this afternoon in Dad’s back garden.

Hunting down that robin was like hunting for the perfect cherry blossom – totally worth it. So much beauty in this poem. I love the pics as well. the last rose of summer is always a little imperfect it seems. But worth it. they also seem to smell the sweetest because it is the last one. Our robins hang around all winter as well down south here.